The Roots of the Mountains: Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale, Their Friends, Their Neighbours, Their Foemen, and Their Fellows in ArmsMorris, William
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The Roots of the Mountains: Wherein Is Told Somewhat of the Lives of the Men of Burgdale, Their Friends, Their Neighbours, Their Foemen, and Their Fellows in Arms
Morris, William
Fantasy fiction
‘Thus armed we went up Wildlake’s Way and came to Carlstead, where
half-a-score Woodlanders joined themselves to us, so that we became a
band. We went up the half-cleared places past Carlstead for a mile, and
then turned east into the wood, and went I know not how far, for the
Woodlanders led us by crooked paths, but two hours wore away in our
going, till we came to the place where they looked to find the bears. It
is a place that may well be noted, for it is unlike the wood round about.
There is a close thicket some two furlongs about of thorn and briar and
ill-grown ash and oak and other trees, planted by the birds belike; and
it stands as it were in an island amidst of a wide-spreading woodlawn of
fine turf, set about in the most goodly fashion with great tall
straight-boled oak-trees, that seem to have been planted of set purpose
by man’s hand. Yea, dost thou know the place?’
‘Methinks I do,’ said Gold-mane, ‘and I seem to have heard the
Woodlanders give it a name and call it Boars-bait.’
‘That may be,’ said Hall-face. ‘Well, there we were, the dogs and the
men, and we drew nigh the thicket and beset it, and doubted not to find
prey therein: but when we would set the dogs at the thicket to enter it,
they were uneasy, and would not take up the slot, but growled and turned
about this way and that, so that we deemed that they winded some fierce
beast at our flanks or backs.
‘Even so it was, and fierce enough and deadly was the beast; for suddenly
we heard bow-strings twang, and shafts came flying; and Iron-shield of
the Upper Dale, who was close beside me, leapt up into the air and fell
down dead with an arrow through his back. Then I bethought me in the
twinkling of an eye, and I cried out, “The foe are on us! take the cover
of the tree-boles and be wary! For the Burg and the Face! For the Burg
and the Face!”
‘So we scattered and covered ourselves with the oak-boles, but besides
Iron-shield, who was slain outright, two goodmen were sorely hurt, to wit
Bald-face, a man of our house, and Stonyford of the Lower Dale.
‘I looked from behind my tree-bole, a great one; and far off down the
glades I saw men moving, clad in gay raiment; but nearer to me, not a
hundred yards from my cover, I saw an arm clad in scarlet come out from
behind a tree-bole, so I loosed at it, and missed not; for straight there
tottered out from behind the tree one of those dusky foul-favoured men
like to those that were slain by Wood-grey. I had another shaft ready
notched, so I loosed and set the shaft in his throat, and he fell.
‘Straightway was a yelling and howling about us like the cries of scalded
curs, and the oak-wood swarmed thick with these felons rushing on us; for
it seems that the man whom I had slain was a chief amongst them, or we
judged so by his goodly raiment.
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